The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1887-06-25


"David Dumble, Boston, Mass
U. S. A."
When Mr.. Dumble had write
this legend on the greasy reeiste
Of the Hotel Boliver, the lcadin
hostelry in the city of Guatemala
he handed the landlord a packag
of valuable papers for safe keeping
and said that he would go to hi
room at once.
Mr.. Dumble had arrived late a
night, and feeling sleepy and trave
worn, was in no mood for CONVEX
sation. He felt that after a goot
nights rest he would be all the bet
ter able to look after the Interest,"
of his firm, the big coffee house o
Bidgood & Co., of Boston.
The next morning the Bostoniar
was up with the sun, but to his in
expressibie annoyance he found i
somewhat difficult to make hi
toilet, as his garments were al
missing.
at is a blank, queer thing" so
liloquized Mr.. Dumble, as HI
lodged about the room, carefully
avoiding the windows, II hung my
clothes on that chair last night ano
now they are gone"
He louked around for bell, bu,
could find none. Then he opened
his door and listened intently. No.
body was stirring in the house.
Now, / am not going to stand
this" said Mr.. Dumble, Il am not
going to stay in bed like these lazy
Central Americans. l must have
my morning walk.
He looked down at his airy cos.
tune. Clearly ii would not do to
60 out until he was dressed. Stick
ing his head out of the door be
yelled at the top of his voice:
Hello! Waiter! Boyv"
No answer.
Mr.. Dumble in his excitement
walked out into the corridor and
paraded up and down.
IL say!" he shouted, "Pedro,
Sambo, Yum, Yum, Jesus W
"These names ought to bring
some Of them," he said, "but they
don't seem to fit. OF course l can
get some clothes when | sec the
landlord, but how am to get them
now?'
Just then Mr.. Dumblc noticed
that the door Of the room next to
his chamber stood ajar. Without
considering the matter, he plunged
in on a tour Of investigation. In a
moment he reappeared with an
armful Of clothing, and rushed into
his own room. where he proceeded
to inspect his plunder.
They will. fit" he remarked,
"but what an outrageous rig it is
Gold lace, a sash and sword, and a
cooked hat. I'll put on the things
until l can do better"
When arrayed in his borrowed
garb, Mr.. Dumble presented very
picturesque appearance. He was
short and stout, with a red, jolly
face, and his peculiar trappings
were really becoming.
IL feel like a fool" said Dum-
bic confidentially to his reflection
in the mirror. "These duds don't
snit a bald-headed Boston man in
the coffee trade. Am l a masque-
rade ball or q circus?"
Finding himself unable to an
swer the question, M. Dumble
looked out of the window. There
was no sign of life in the streets,
and it was evident that Guatemala
did not boast of an early rising
population.
After some consideration Mr..
Dumble decided that he would ven-
ture out for walk. On his return
he would explain things to the
landlord and make it all right with
the unknown owner Of the fancy
costume.
OF course, a man in a cooked hat
and a gold laced coat, with a sword
dangling by his side, could not
go skipping along in the jaunty
style of the average commercial
traveller. Mr.. Dumble saw this,
and when he reached the street he
started off at dignified pace.
He was very much gratified to
find that the few persons he met
saluted him with great respect, but
after awhile he grew a little uneasy.
"Thcre is something wrong"
he muttered. "This is no mas
oucradc costume. II belongs to
some highcockalorum fellow, somo
foreign minister, perhaps. The
thing may get me into trouble yet. "
However, he was in for it. The
early morning air was SO bracing
and the quaint streets so attractive
that the bostonian could not resist
the temptation to prolong his stroll.
He soon found himself in the resi-
dence part of the city, and as the
sun climbed higher, the streets be-
gan to fill with people. All the
promenaders, and even those in
carriages saluted the man IN the